Aggressive Wife Novel Novels & Stories

“You kidnapped someone.” Compared to me, this man was quick to anger. Everything he wanted, he had to have. “She is my wife.” A truly fucking sentence I hated. He always said Cassandra was his wife, never thinking whether he actually deserved her. “Are you trying to pressure Cassandra into putting me in jail?” I snorted. “You have a lot of problems to deal with.” I quietly searched for every way to get Cassandra out of that house: looked into her missing-case, and documented the violence he had committed both at home and in business.

Although we are both mafia organizations, I cannot deny that Fenrir are much more powerful than us because of the fact that their leader is the monarch of the southeastern region. “[You may already know the difference between our positions and the reason by I cannot hand her over to you but I would like to know your reason why you are looking for this bitch?]” he suddenly asked and I cannot help but to grit my teeth and I said. “She is the reason why my wife is in the hospital right now and I am going to make her pay for that” what I said is the truth, that woman is indeed the reason why my wife is still confined in the hospital right now and I don’t know when she will be able to get out and

“You stole my happiness. You stole my future.” “Dominic was never yours,” I say, softer. I don’t want to provoke her. I just want to get to the door. “You don’t get it.” She steps forward and I edge back toward the stalls. “This family, this world, it has a code of conduct.” Her fingers tighten around the knife. “I’m just doing what a real mafia wife should do.” The door pushes open, a woman in her mid-thirties steps in holding a compact and fumbling in her purse.

"We're married. Why are you making a distinction between yours and mine? Today is Justin's birthday. It's been so long since I've seen him. Do you know how humiliating it was to make him pay for his own birthday?" Her whining on the phone only made me more irritable. I could not take it anymore and asked angrily, "Are you done?" Maybe she did not expect me to raise my voice—she was stunned for a second. "Patrick, did you just raise your voice at me?" Her voice turned aggrieved. Before long, she started sobbing. That was always how Jennifer was—spoiled like a princess without ever having the life of one. Say a single harsh word to her and she would break down on the spot.

"Oh, come on! He’s your husband. You're even enjoying each other’s company, aren't you? Are you still afraid of him?" "Who said I’m afraid of him? Didn't you tell me he's cruel? I can't... how do I explain this? He is too much to handle." I bit my lower lip. Besides that, he's also too tempting, and that's not good for my heart. "Well, yes, I said that he’s cruel, but to his business. You are his wife, and I don’t think he will be cruel to you. Actually, I find him possessive and aggressive..." She winked as she grinned broadly. "And hot! He’s too hot for you! You know, I still can't believe he would come here just to taste you—"

“I’m saying she acted impulsively. She reacted emotionally. And sometimes, when people act on emotion, they don’t tell the full story. I just wanted to provide that perspective before any decisions are made.” The officer scribbled something in his notebook, then looked back up at her. “I understand. And you wanted to make sure we hear your side first?” “Well,” Mrs. Bennett continued, smoothing her hands over her lap, “we both know how women...wives, can be. I mean, I’m sure you’re married, and you see the way your wife acts sometimes. I’m a wife myself, and sometimes my husband drives me right over the roof. I’m sure when you look in your files there, you might see that I might have reported

Travis claimed her again tirelessly. When he kissed her on the lips again, she only moaned. The heat in her body came back to life when he buried his roaring masculinity in her womanhood. “I want more!” Her nails dug into her husband’s arm when he raised one of her legs. He is very aggressive in claiming her. She couldn’t answer him anymore and only moans came out of her mouth. She felt full and contented with the performance of her husband. Everytime he buried his shaft in her, it was full and it really shakes her muscles.

Entering the office, she could feel the anger in her coming to a peak as soon as she saw her husband sulking in his chair, she had overheard the conversation between Audrey and her husband and was visibly disappointed at his reaction. Mrs White had always been a fierce and ruthless lady known for her calculative and greedy ways, she was exceptionally brutal towards everyone around her and her husband was not an exception. "What do you think you are doing!" Mrs white shouted in a ringing tone that sent shivers down the spine of her husband startling him out of his chair.

I turned to the rest of the shelves and kicked books down, scattering them across the polished floor. “Would you stop this madness, Nathan!” she cried. I froze. Slowly, I turned to her. “Are you insane? What’s wrong with you?” she shouted, arms thrown up in disbelief. “What’s wrong with me? Your husband is what’s wrong with me, Mother!” “You barge into this house like a madman, throwing accusations—” “Because every single one of them is true!” I bellowed. “That man you married is a greedy, manipulative bastard that has single handedly pulled my my wife in his mess, and you’re too blinded by pearls and perfume to see it.”

He said, and I nodded, shaking my head at her. “I suggest that you tend to taming your wife who hasn’t learned her manners when it comes to double crossing you. The woman started by assaulting my wife first, and now this. The next move from her and I would be forced to kill her myself.” I said, glaring at the man whose eyes widened in surprise as he processed what I just said. Sienna lowered her eyes to the table, and Nikolay shook his head, not wanting to believe that his wife would do such a thing.